This little bit I like to call the Sorrowful piper because of what it's basically about. This is just a little article-type thing I wrote. I usually write these when I'm depressed, and they're all different. This one is just my favorite. They're not really fantasy, but it's 'Written by' a made up character of mine. So, um... enjoy. Yeah.
Lexi was a charecter i just fell in love with, I had created her befor i wrote her into the story. Then Zaver, he was a charecter from another story that worked so well, in this one. Its basically a story of romance and a grudge that has lasted for ever.
A rather (if I may say so myself) musical poem about a walking skeleton. Shall I define this poor thing as living dead or simply not natural? (February 2008)
Inspired by Bifrost's 'Mad Hatters On Parade'. At first, I thought it was too low quality to put here or to add to Bifrost. I should know better. It's not like this is an elitist twit gallery. I should have submitted this to them when I had the chance. Now I just want to have something else up here. I wrote this after weeks of trying to come up with something to give Bifrost. Finally, after pulling an all nighter, I blurted it out before dragging myself to bed. That evening, I posted it on WritersCo, parading 'sleep deprivation' as a helpful writing exercise. Written on May 30, 2006. Note for Mods: My previous upload of this story had a bug regarding my use of no-break spaces. I've since removed those.
this is a song/poem thing i wrote when i was being helped out of a dark time by the woman i loved. we not together now, but i still think that what she did saved me from a life of darkness. cheesy, no? ah well, every guy out there is sentimental somewhere, we just aren't to sure how to show it. not horror, but the words are linked to a large amount of what i write. figured i'd give y'all a taste of the mand behind the monsters...
basicly being a vampire who lives forever but has to go through life without things everyone should have
This is the second chapter of my parody horror story
When the dead stop, so do the living. Slowly, the living world starts to collapse
What would you do if you were able to control metal at any form? Able to control it like it was apart of your own body. In the year 2175 on Mars, scientists were able to take evolution out of nature's control into the hands of science as they created the perfect fusion of man and metal. Not separate, but as a new form of humanity. This new form of existence, man kind wasn't ready for. For this had carried a heavy toll upon finish product which was abandon and forgotten about. This science was lost until the turn of the next century when the remaining products of this forgotten science began to awake from their long slumber and for Sara Jessica Bennett, this has became her reality as she was the first to have awakened. The only question you’ll have to ask your self is, are you ready for the evolution? Welcome to Living Metal. Welcome to the machine.
This is the begining to a humerous parody of a horror story - and although it is called The DAY Of The Living, it is actually more like a long weekend
This story popped into my head when I was I was agonizing over the very important decision of what to name my bookbag. (things like that are important!) One of my friends started to hum the theme song for 'Puff the Magic Dragon' and lo a bookbag was born!
The third and final part of my parody horror story